To an outsider, the idea of writing and publishing a book must ultimately stem from the author’s monetary aspiration. Well, it doesn’t! If one wants to become affluent, writing books may not be the right field for them. The stock market has much better odds of making you wealthy compared to becoming a novelist. (Don’t go pointing your fingers and telling me about E. L. James and Stephen King… both anomalies, shooting stars, one in a billion etc.) So you ask yourself… then why do it? Why write? All the hustle and no reward! I can’t speak for other authors but my answer is simple: I write because it’s my purpose, my calling, my refuge… my destiny.
I didn’t start writing to become rich and famous. I started writing because it was the natural thing to do. I guess it was always there for me but I just wasn’t ready for it. This was my time to pursue what fate had in store for me all along. I know I’m not the next Dostoyevsky or Tolstoy. I know my novels will not be part of my kids’ school reading curriculum. But I am Tali Alexander and I wrote a love story that people out there will read, get lost in and hopefully enjoy. My words may make them smile, laugh, blush, maybe even cry. I won’t be paid in millions but in kind words of praise. And that, my friends, is why this author writes. Your words, your praise, your reviews are more precious to me than diamonds…
I remember it was an early March morning. I was lying alone on the Cariblue beach in St. Lucia. It was secluded and quiet. The only real sound was coming from the waves. I had my mini iPad in front of me. I was getting ready to start reading a new book and all the sudden it happened. My head was inundated with images of this beautiful girl named Emily. I knew it was all in my head but it was so vivid I had to write it down before it all evaporated.
I started by describing her beautiful petite body, her long cascading wavy blond hair and the sad look in her eyes. Her eyes were so intense. I envisioned them as the exact color of the blue water. I was dreaming with my eyes wide open. And then boom–she was gone.
I spent the rest of my trip breathing life into Emily Marcus. When I wrote, she started to materialize before my very eyes. I gave her story a chance and since then, it has evolved into a love story.
When I met Emily she was already Emily Bruel; wife for ten years, mother of two. When Emily came to me she wasn’t as blissful and untroubled as she appeared on that beach in St. Lucia. She was sad, alone and lost. She needed me to write LOVE IN REWIND to tell her side of a story. I hope that when you read my book, you too will fall in love with her as I did on that March morning in paradise.
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Some of my friends have asked me, “Tali, when did you start writing?” The answer is simple: I never really started writing. I’ve always been writing. In my head there are constant recurring stories playing. I just chose to finally put one down on paper and share it with all of you.
Let me give you an example; when I see a couple kissing goodbye at an airport, it’s not just a kiss, it’s a whole story for me. I see him stroking her face promising to call her as soon as he lands. I see her watching him, trying to commit his features to memory while silently begging him not to go. I like putting thoughts and words in strangers’ heads without them knowing it. I get a thrill out of scripting their lives just by studying the looks they give one another.
I want to share with you one of my favorite scripted stories: A young blonde girl sits in a small restaurant at a party, alone. In walks an older man with a beautiful woman at his side. The man has kind blue eyes and a great smile. A look of longing passes on the young girl’s features. She thinks about the woman escorting the handsome man. How lucky she must be. Her spouse appears so attentive and caring towards her. He must really love his wife. He appears to be the perfect specimen for a husband in the young girl’s mind. Oh, how the young girl wishes she too had a man like that to share her life with. She wants someone special like that man to love. The handsome blue-eyed stranger finally sits down a seat apart from the supposed wife. A few minutes later, another man walks into the restaurant and sits between the enviable couple. Young impressionable girl now thinks to herself, perhaps the attractive stranger is not the husband of the beautiful woman. Handsome blue-eyed stranger spends the entire night bestowing stolen glances on the young smitten blonde girl across the room.
Should I give these two a name? Sure, lets call them my Husband and I!
We all remember what it was like to fall in love for that very first time. Our head dizzy, palms sweating, heart beating out of our chest and butterflies inhabiting our stomach. Remember that beautiful unexplainable feeling of being a total mess? As humans I believe we never give up looking for that feeling. We experienced it when we had our first kiss, when we met our lovers, fell in love with our husbands or wives, when we walked down the aisle, or held our babies for the first time. But as time goes on it gets harder and harder to find butterflies like that.
Many times people will try to find that feeling by meeting new individuals. Personally, I don’t want to keep trying to force relationships for the sake of chasing a feeling. I was lucky enough to have had that stop the world feeling when I met my husband and then my children. So what now? No more first love feelings for Tali? Well, that’s where reading and writing come into play for me.
Every time I pick up a new book, I go on a journey. I get to fall in love with people and still stay grounded in my day-to-day life. Through voracious reading, I feel as if I’ve lived a thousand lives already. The same goes for writing. When I write, I give new life to characters and relationships that live within me. So, I guess you could say I get to have my cake and eat it too. I travel the world every day and meet so many interesting people — and yet I never leave my home or my family 🙂
Just wanted to put down a few words on this snowy day about what writing means to me.
Many of you think you know who you are but your trajectory often doesn’t define you. Yes, you went to school and became something. Yes, you have a partner, you got married, maybe even had some kids. However, your profession, your job, your significant other, your children, your pets, your family and friends only make up a fragment of who you really are.
I have been looking for the remaining piece of Tali for a very long time; I think I finally found it with the opportunity to write. Every person needs to find something in this world that at the end of the day makes him or her shine. It could be art, music, books, dance, anything that lets your creative energy flow. The point is: it should always be something and not someone. Obviously, people— our friends and family — make us happy, or at least they should! But, what I’m talking about is different.
Husbands, wives, sisters, brothers, daughters, and sons need to have something that is just theirs. Something that we can keep in our hearts and access when we need it. In life, unfortunately, things get taken away from us. I hope each and every one of you finds that something that gives you endless happiness and cannot be lost or taken from you. We all have a calling. When you hear “it” calling, pick up. It’s for you!